NovelEnglishChapter 258 After Rose entered, she stood at the door and pondered for a few minutes, thinking about how to open the packages that had been delivered. It would be quite tiring to stand and open them all.
With a flash of inspiration, she quickly ran upstairs and took an expensive carpet from Frank's room to lay on the clean tiles in the living room. She nodded with a satisfied expression after putting the carpet down. She then sat on the ground, crossed her legs, and hummed a little song as she patiently opened the package.
“Not even they can stop me now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Boy, I'll be flying overhead, “Their heavy words can’t bring me down, “Boy, I've been raised from the dead.” It was silent. The empty living room echoed with beautiful singing. Every line of the lyrics was filled with charm, as if they were telling a beautiful story that seeped into one’s heart.
Her lips kept moving as she sang all the songs she knew. She held the package in one hand and a cutter in the other. The sound of the sharp blade cutting through the transparent glue kept ringing out in the silent living room.
It was like an occasional accompaniment to her singing She dismantled the packages one after the other. This was the joy of online shopping. She might have felt the pinch when she had to enter her credit card details to make the payment, but it was very satisfying when she dismantled the delivered packages.
Fortunately, she had spent Frank’s money and did not feel any pinch. Instead, she felt especially happy.
She was always full of anticipation when the goods arrived. She really wanted to know how much she would like what she bought.
At this moment, Rose was surrounded by empty cardboard boxes. Beside her were the precious products that she had dug out.
There were skincare products, clothes, shoes, towels, sheets, curtains...
A sudden text message interrupted Rose’s opening of the packages, but it did not interrupt her singing. She continued to hum as she placed the cutter aside. She grabbed her phone which was pressed under the cardboard box.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe singing stopped abruptly and there was silence. All of her memories exploded in an instant. It was as if a slideshow was playing in front of her eyes. Her eyes became stained with a layer of mist, but she was strong and did not allow her tears to fall.
She raised her head to ease her emotions, wanting to pull away from her unhappy emotions.
However, these memories rushed out of their cage now that they were unsealed.
Memories of her adolescence flooded her mind. At that time, she was simple-minded and well-protected by her family. She would not think about the bad side of any situation The boy was very handsome, sunny, and humorous. He had always been a good friend. He had suddenly confessed when they were playing with a few other friends on a weekend. He said proudly, “Rose, I've liked you for a long time. Be my girlfriend.” For an adolescent girl, it was very difficult to reject a confession from such a handsome, sunny, and warm boy.
Rose was no exception.
She had a good impression of him. It was just that they usually addressed each other as a friend. Now that one of them broke the silence and the other was interested, the relationship would be built on mutual interest Their friends who came out to play all cheered, “Get together, get together...” One of her friends said, “Rose, hurry up and agree.” After they got together, the boy treated her very well. He took care of everything. He was even better than Frank. Rose trusted him fully The woman paced back and forth in the living room with one hand on her waist. She was so angry that she smashed a cup, and shards of glass instantly splattered everywhere. “Rose, you sure are capable. You're playing puppy love under my nose. You're surpassing me.” “We really love each other, Mom, don’t stop us. He's very good to me.” “You're so young, yet you're already talking about true love? Your so-called true love is just because he likes your last name, Roberts. Do you know that? Try changing your last name. Tell me, will he care about you then? Will your self proclaimed friends still treat you like this?” She stood in the living room and clenched her fists. Tears streamed down her face as she resisted Grace for the first time. She retorted, “You always think that everyone is getting close to you because of your status. I'm different from you, | used to listen to you, but now | realize that | was wrong. We're from two different worlds.”
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